In theory, it should be fun. Mix is a pal I don't get to see very often, but it's fun when we do. I can also return the wrestling DVDs he loaned me (which reminds me, I have to finish the last one).
There's just a small catch or two ...
... I'm a terrible golfer,
... with a bad temper
... who doesn't like embarrassing myself in public.
Even when I did play somewhat regularly, I was lucky to break 90 on a par-3 course, and that was probably 15 years ago. The one time I actually kept score on a full-size course, I think I shot 124.
My father-in-law and I went a couple weeks ago, and we both decided not to keep score on the first hole. It was that bad.
So I figured I should do something to prepare, and I found a good video to address my biggest problem, which is topping the ball.
So it was with that in mind that I headed to a local driving range. As I got ready to hit the ball, I thought, "Relax your arms. Bring your back knee forward ..."
And I absolutely crushed the ball, straight, too! Then I did it again ... and again. This was actually working!
Then it happened.
I was hitting off the mats, not the grass, meaning I was hitting off the rubber tees that stick up a few inches. On my fourth swing, I got more tee than ball, and the ball went straight, but not far.
And then I hit the tee flush. Granted, I crushed it, and hit it straight, but the ball sat where I left it. Then it happened again, and again.
At this point, I was getting rather upset, if you consider pounding my bag with my club multiple times "rather upset." (Did I mention something about a temper?)
Making matters worse, my entire thought process centered around not hitting the tee, mechanics be damned. I started spraying the ball everywhere, when I actually managed to hit it, and I got angrier and angrier and further and further into my own head.
This tournament should be reeeaallllyyyy interesting.
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